The Prospect - A Contemporary Romance (Billionaire Erotica/Submissive Training), Page 2

“I already know you’re very tight and sweet,” he told her thickly. His lips were pressed close to her ear. He had her nipples in his fingers, pinching and pulling. She gasped at the blend of pleasure and agony.

  “But how supple are you?” he asked musingly.

  Wendy’s mind forced itself to focus. “Well, Sir…I’ve taken yoga classes since I was a young girl…”

  “Perfect,” he growled, releasing her breasts. She would have protested but then she remembered her place. Besides, he was taking off the blindfold. She blinked furiously, feeling somewhat disoriented for a moment. Next he uncuffed her and spun her round to face him.

  This time when he kissed her, it was with a hunger that seared through her skin. She loved his tongue shoving into her mouth, tasting and taking her. She loved how he sucked on hers, swapping heat and saliva. She also loved what his hands were doing at the same moment. He was gripping one breast while the other hand was sliding down her belly to her vagina. She dutifully spread her legs to give him more access as he cupped her sex. His fingertips wedged against her slit, before he slid his fore and middle fingers inside her. He thumbed her clit while his fingers sawed in and out of her with furious, hot speed.

  Oh no I’m about to come again, she wanted to scream. Not that he’d let her climax the first time, but still, she felt that impending sensation again, like her belly was about to give way. Her thighs quivered, and she gasped into his mouth. She tried not to cry out when he stopped finger-fucking her, sliding his hand from her cunt. He also let go of her tit and then told her to lie back on the bed.

  She wasted no time in complying, positively shivering in anticipation as she settled in the middle of the bed. Instinctively, she spread her legs wide, seeing his approving expression. He liked what he was seeing if his springing cock was anything to go by. The condom did nothing to distract from the thick length of his spectacular dick which stuck straight out like a pole. She swallowed, wanting it inside her again already.

  “Lift your legs, Wendy. I want them as far back as they can go,” he told her softly, never taking his eyes off her. His hand fisted the base of his cock as he knelt on the bed in front of her.

  “Yes sir,” she said with a voice that croaked. She raised her feet off the bed and drew back her hips, keeping her legs wide apart as she placed her hands behind her knees to hold them up. No problem at all.

  Only now, she felt so exposed, and more vulnerable than ever. Hot.

  He was reaching for that drawer again, and then when she saw him retrieve what looked like wooden clothespegs, she heaved an inner sigh. She’d expected something far more sinister. But then when he clipped those pegs to one nipple and then the other, she was suddenly aware of the implication.

  Fuck!

  It stung, in a good way. The twinge of pain was almost bearable, though she couldn’t say it was the best sensation ever. No wait…it was. Closing her eyes briefly, she savored the feeling of her delicate nipples in the impossibly sniping home-made nipple clamps. There was pain, but there was also awareness, pleasure. She found she liked it.

  “Are you okay?” he asked softly, and she popped open her eyes.

  “Yes Sir,” she told him promptly.

  He smiled and then released both pegs, only to put them back on moments later. She moaned at the pressure, the ache. “How about now?” he asked.

  The torture was killing her – but it was also arousing her. She was dripping, soaking her folds.

  “Yes…Sir,” she replied. He left them there, and she wasn’t sure to be thankful or not. He was still fully dressed, minus his jacket. He was also still very hard. Impressive.

  “Okay, now I’m going to fuck you really hard, and then I’m going to come,” he told her simply. “You can orgasm if you wish but that’s not my objective. My aim is to derive as much pleasure as I can with not much thought to your needs. If the clamps become too painful at any time, I’ll take them off. But it would disappoint me greatly if you couldn’t keep them on the whole time I’m inside you. Can you try to manage it?”

  “I…I will try, Sir,” she said, wondering at her submissiveness. This guy had just told her he was going to fuck her without a care, and then that he wanted her in pain from the nipple clamps the whole time. If that wasn’t fucked-up she didn’t know what was. So why wasn’t she running screaming from the room?

  Well, because she wanted that good dick. She’d take pegs clipped to her nipples all night if it meant having more of that hot fucking he gave her earlier. Also, for some reason she hated the thought of disappointing him in any way. Was that silly of her or what? She pondered this for a moment, and decided she didn’t think so.

  He reached down to stroke her pussy, and there was that squelching sound that would have been so embarrassing if he didn’t hum deep in his throat in approval. She squirmed, and he reminded her sharply to stop moving and to keep those legs way up and out of the way.

  Yes Sir, Yes Sir…oh man, she thought with dazed delight as he started fucking her again. This time he alternated the pace, grinding in and out with the speed of an oil well pump, and then he was like a piston, stabbing into her deep and hard and making her squeal. The depth of penetration was incredible, and was that sense of being stuffed with a tree trunk. It was almost enough to make her forget she had those awful nipple clamps connected to her nipples.

  He was watching her face the whole time, seeing the play of anguish and ecstasy. Yes, she hated and loved it at the same time. And she didn’t want it to end.

  His hands were wrapped around her throat now, his thumbs sinking into the skin around her windpipe. The pressure was mild at first, but then his grip tightened as his thrusts came faster. Wendy felt her whole body convulsing with each pound of that cock within her clenching walls, and knew that he might not care about her pleasure but she was getting it anyway. As he’d probably already known she would.

  Chapter Four

  Wendy was literally blacking out. It might have something to do with the immensely blissful sensation of being on the verge of a very powerful climax. It could also be due to the fact that he was choking her.

  Well, not really choking her. Not enough to make her panic, but enough to make it slightly hard to breathe. His hands around her throat were just tight enough to make her hungry for air, but not miss it. She could still breathe but shallowly. It intensified everything.

  She loved the way his hips moved. She loved that he was so in control, so gorgeous as she stared up into his fathomless eyes. She loved that he could reach deep inside her with his cock and make her convulse with every out-thrust. In, out, in, out – and then up, right against that special spot that held her release.

  Her lips parted wide and it was all she could do to keep holding up her legs. Her limbs ached – all of them. No wonder he’d asked if she was supple. Thankfully she also had the stamina to stay in the same uncomfortable position the whole time he pounded her. The mixture of the ache from her clamped nipples and her constricted throat, not to talk of his demandingly rough thrusts, was too much to handle all at once.

  She was helpless to fight against her orgasm when it emerged. And it was the most powerful one she’d ever had. The impression that she was fighting for oxygen sent a message to her brain and soon she was tumbling head over feet into the abyss. She coiled half off the bed as her climax surged into her, causing the walls of her pussy to clamp tighter around him and then release. On and on she shuddered, her cries echoing in the room. He loosened his hold on her throat and instead gagged her, cupping his hands over her mouth and kept them there even after she’d stopped screaming.

  Wendy lost all sense of space and time and even who she was in those blinding moments. She was only conscious of him still moving inside her, making her body jolt with each thrust. He was magnificent, never slowing till finally, minutes later, he let out a triumphant growl and shuddered against her in his release. A few belly-stamping pumps later, he pulled out of her, letting go of her mouth.

  Her body reflexively
jerked when he withdrew from her pussy, and she felt so weak that if he hadn’t pulled at her ankles to bring down her legs, she’d have collapsed anyway. He then gently took off the clamps, but she was too numb to feel the absence.

  Wendy closed her eyes as she strove to recover from the incredible last hour or so. When she opened them, it was to find him lying propped on his side next to her. He bent his head to kiss one nipple, then the other, his lips tender and soothing. She felt her nerve endings begin to come back to life in those regions.

  “You were so good,” he told her deeply, looking up at her still dazed expression. “Better than I expected.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said; amazed she could still remember to keep in character.

  He smiled warmly, his hand stroking back her damp hair from her face. “I want you to stay over tonight,” were his soft words. “Of course if you refuse I’ll drive you home or wherever you wish at once. But I really, really want you to stay. I want more of you, Wendy.”

  More? She wasn’t sure she had more to give. Her whole body felt punished and pleasured and replete.

  “We could share a long soak, and then get back in bed,” he said with a smile as he stroked the outline of her lips. “And if that isn’t motivation enough, then I promise to tongue you all over, from head to foot. I’m good with my tongue, Wendy.”

  “I don’t doubt it, Sir,” she croaked. Was it possible to be getting impossibly horny all over again? She normally didn’t get so horny so quickly.

  Damn!

  “There’ll be some moments when I may use my paddle on you, on your breasts or your ass – wherever I choose. I may also truss you up with some rope I have in the drawer. Nothing too uncomfortable – and only slightly painful. I will make it a point of duty to make you come, even harder than you just did.”

  Now that, she wanted to see, Wendy thought as her eyes widened.

  “Well, Wendy? What’s your answer going to be?”

  She paused, but only for a moment or two. Then she said clearly, “Yes, Sir.”

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  BONUS STORY!

  ‘The Escort: First Date’

  (Book 1 of ‘The Escort Series’)

  Bea has an everyday, normal job in an IT firm, but for one night, she plays an escort to the two men, the gorgeous Scottish brothers Ryan and Jason Wallace. Bea is a reluctant helper at first, but soon she finds it a double delight to be in the right place at the right time...

  Chapter One

  There were so many things Lisa had been able to talk Bea into over their few months as flat mates. But of all of them, this had to be the riskiest.

  Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, Bea thought, as she looked around at the crowded club. She had to admit she’d never really been to a place like this. It was very fashionable, the kind of place that had the cool kids all over it. It was housed in some kind of old music hall, with multi level floors – all in use. The entertainment available was elaborate to say the least. The art, music, not to talk of food and drink were all maneuvered in some kind of steampunk-inspired way.

  Right then, Bea was in the restaurant section, flanked by her clients. Yes, her clients. And the two most handsome men she’d ever met in her life.

  *

  It was something that had started out as a favor.

  Bea worked as an assistant in a huge software firm, the biggest in the city. The money was good, but she’d never say no to a higher pay grade. She’d taken Lisa in as a flat mate soon after she’d moved into the large top floor studio apartment in town. It had been great to share the weight of the rent, and having another female in the place wasn’t bad either.

  They became close friends, and Bea couldn’t help but notice that Lisa lived a somewhat extravagant lifestyle. She was supposed to be some kind of freelance media consultant, but she never really seemed to do any consulting. Yet, Lisa had the most exquisite wardrobe of the kind of shoes and clothes Bea could only dream to afford. She always seemed to be going out to some exclusive club or the other, drinking and living it up. She took trips all around the world for days and sometimes weeks, returning with even more glamorous stuff.

  In short, Lisa was quite sophisticated and worldly, and she seemed to have all the fun in the world. So out of curiosity, Bea had to ask Lisa how she was able to afford such a lifestyle of fun and games.

  “Are you some trust fund baby in disguise – or is there some rich sugar daddy somewhere I don’t know about?” Bea teased as they drank coffee at the kitchen table.

  Lisa smiled. “No, there’s definitely no trust fund,” she said wryly. “And as for rich sugar daddy…sorry to disappoint you honey, but nothing so decadent. But since you asked – well, in my free time, I work as an escort.”

  Lisa started to laugh at Bea’s expression. “No, it’s not what you think, seriously. I really am an escort but that’s all there is to it. I work for a very exclusive agency, totally legit. Offering female companionship and nothing more.”

  “No sex?” Bea asked, her curiosity and interest hitting the roof. She totally wouldn’t have guessed. Though, Lisa certainly had the looks for it. She was the sex-bomb type who looked like every guy’s perfect fantasy. Large, firm tits, slim waist, curvy hips and a face like an angel with her long cloudy blonde hair. Bea could really imagine Lisa in that role in an instant.

  “No sex,” Lisa repeated firmly, taking a sip from her coffee. “The thing is, Bea, there’re so many well heeled men out there just interested in having that model-type on their arm for a few hours. It could be for a formal event, or for an exclusive party. Or maybe even for a little holiday trip. There are really no strings attached. They want to have that overall girlfriend experience without actually having a girlfriend. So when the show’s over, both parties can walk their separate ways.”

  “So all those out of town trips of yours…”

  Lisa nodded slowly. “Yes, most times I was going with a client or going to meet a client. It’s safe, because my agency makes extra sure that each client is genuine. It’s fun because I get to go to all these beautiful places. And oh…did I tell you it pays extremely well, too?” She smiled widely.

  Bea almost didn’t want to ask, but found herself doing so anyway. “So how much do you get paid?”

  Lisa paused, placing down her cup before answering with a shrug, “It depends. But basically, because of the top agency I work for, I get some really good rates.” And then when she told Bea what she earned per hour, she had to chuckle at Bea’s very expressive face.

  “All that, and they don’t get a piece of you?” Bea gasped.

  “I told you, these guys are well heeled. It means nothing to them to blow that kind of money on a few hours with a cultured, stunning lady,” Lisa said with a smirk. Then she sighed, her humor sobering. “I started it out of boredom. I had a job that was more like drudgery, a busy banker boyfriend who had zero time for taking me out not to speak of going on pleasure trips…I just saw this as a way of getting the exposure to life I craved. And so far, it’s been great Bea. Sometimes, it’s fun meeting a new face, making that exciting trip to somewhere different. And I’m lucky that I can always pick who I choose to go out with. Not that I’ve ever had to reject a client. Like I told you, my agency is very exclusive and their clients are among politicians, athletes, celebrities, CEOs and yes, the odd trust fund kid.”

  Her beautiful face broke out in a smile, and Bea couldn’t help smiling back. “I think it’s great you can get to live your life the way you want,” Bea said, tapping her flat mate’s hand, which lay on the table. “I’ve always envied you, you know. Your carefree spirit.”

  Lisa huffed. “No, Bea, I envy you. You’re so hip and intelligent. You work for this cool IT firm and you’re just so dedicated to your dream. I wish I was that focused. Also, I think you’re the most beautiful girl I know.”

  “Me, beautiful?” Bea gasped, laughing in disbelief with cheeks pink from Lisa’s deeply-worded comments.

  “Oh, come off it with t
he modesty, Bea. You’re fucking hot. All my guy friends have crushes on you and have wanted to ask you out but I warned them to keep their paws off my flat mate. You’ve got the body of a goddess, with your perky tits and perfect peach butt. Trust me, we’ve sunbathed together enough for me to know exactly what I’m talking about. I love your gorgeous sable hair with its natural waves reaching down your back. Hey, if I was a guy, I’d want to hit on you for sure.”

  Bea’s blush deepened. “I think you’re hot, too. I always have. And thanks, Lisa – I’ve never really looked at myself that way.”

  “Well, you should. A girl like you in my line of work – well, you’d make heaps.”

  Bea hadn’t really thought much about that comment, but she had felt nice that Lisa, who she’d always admired, thought she was beautiful, too. She’d never have dreamed that a few weeks later, she’d be in the situation she was in.

  She remembered returning from work to find Lisa on the phone, talking agitatedly. Bea couldn’t help sending her flat mate a worried look as she let herself into the apartment.

  “Anything wrong?” Bea asked with concern when Lisa ended the call and flung her phone unto the nearby couch.

  Lisa shoved her fingers into her hair to clutch the blonde strands, a perfect picture of panic and distress. “Nothing…I mean, I guess I’ve got a bit of a problem. Okay, more like a major problem.” She grimaced. “My normal efficient and professional agency has just double-booked me. I’m due to meet one of my most esteemed clients tonight; I’ve already been sent the first class tickets to join him in Vegas for the weekend.”

  “Oh,” Bea said slowly, not really getting it.

  Lisa added on an exhaled breath, “Now the problem is this. I’ve been told I’ve got two new clients arriving today who’ve booked me for dinner with them. Since they’re two, they’re paying double for my company. And from what I hear, they’re the highest paying clients my agency has.”

  “But how could this mistake happen? And what are you going to do?” Bea asked with concern. “Because it sounds like you can’t stand up either appointments.”